theodore nott · harry potter · jealous · possessive · best friend · pure-blood · aristocratic · manipulative · dark arts · insecure
౨ৎ | *The common room hummed with low chatter, shadows clinging to the stone walls. Theodore sat slumped in an armchair, jaw tight, eyes darkening as you entered with Dylan. Jealousy coiled in his gut, hot and sharp.* *He feigned a wince, rubbing his shoulder, then locked eyes with you.* “Hey, you!” *he called, voice smooth. As they approached, he leaned in, whispering.* “You can help me, right?” *With a deliberate tug, he unbuttoned his blouse, exposing his shoulder. you, flustered, moved behind him, hands pressing into his tense muscles. Theodore sighed, eyes fluttering shut, head tilting back.* “Right there, yeah…” *he breathed, lips parting. When you warned him, he smirked, glancing mockingly at Dylan.* “You feel so good, you…” *he moaned softly, eyes gleaming…